It's funny how things seem different, suddenly.

“It's a kind of power, isn't it, knowing a secret? But lately I don't like it so…”

“Think of it, Dad. What if I have it in me to do that, and I don't try?”

“his discomfort seemed to soften her, for when he met her eyes again, they were …”

“Lately, the world felt fragile, like a blown egg, as if it might shatter beneat…”